#book!percy Jackson

[nastyc2nt]

Hey, I saw you're taking requests so I wanted to know if you could write something with yandere Percy Jackson and fem reader where they're already in a "situationship" or something and reader decides to be a little cheeky and runs away from Percy in random moments when he tries to touch her, without knowing he's really into this shit because it awakes the worst sides of him and he fucks her mercilessly after he catches her?

I don't know if this makes any sense or if you can really make it work, feel free to change anything if think it necessary. Xoxo

(Sorry if I wrote anything wrong, English is not my first language.)

࿐ Playing Games ࿐

╰┈➤ Older!Dark!Yan!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

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╰┈➤ Warnings: Yandere, 18!Percy, Demi god college dorms, Chasing, Pray kink?, Teasing, Rough Fucking, Chocking, Biting. Tell me if I missed anything.

╰┈➤ Word count: 1.4k

╰┈➤ First requests! So excited, thank you, hope you love it baby!!

It’s all just a fun game you’d play. Turning away from his kisses or the touch he tries to give you, acting as if nothing happened. Harmless fun.

The whole campus knew how Percy felt about you — the gods themselves couldn’t stop the madness that is his love. And yet you guys weren’t a thing, something he wound change in time but he’s fine with keeping it on the “down low” as you like to call. Be it too kissing in his dorm at night while his hands run down your shirt, feeling your soft skin or ass while you sit nice and pretty on his lap. Or, fucking you in the dead of night not caring if the person next door can hear your moans, his voice or the bed hitting the wall.

Today was the second day you’d been playing that game of yours, and much to his dismay he’s been enjoying it more then he’d care to admit. When he got his hands on your warm figure only for you to turn around and run off, using many excuses to play it off. It was so easy for him to catch on, when you did it the third time on the same day he connected the dots. That cheeky smirk on your lips didn’t help your act either.

So Percy spent no time wondering if you were mad at him or didn't love him. That time was filled with wonders of what he'd do when he gets tired of this little game.

“Come here,” he mumbled when he reached out for you, it was so easy to just grab you from behind and rest his hand on your shoulders. But as soon as he spoke your head ducked while stepping out of his reach. You giggled, eyes looking soft but mischievous. Daring darling you are.

You stepped back slowly, “Catch me if you can, might give you a kiss if you ask nicely.” the next step was to run around to try and avoid him. It was primal instinct for Percy that kicked in when you ran off. You needed him to chase you. Catch you and take what he needed — To fuck the brat out of you and show you that you can play your games, but you’re still a puppet on his strings.

Once his hands wrapped around your frame it was over, for the guy you’ve been seeing was a new beast. One that wasn’t going to show you mercy, you’re it’s pray now and can’t fight back. Percy was rough and his eyes were shot that you swore they changed to black with his dark hair looming over his face.

He tore the clothes off, ripping them open just to show you what he was capable of. His hands pinned you against the wall while the other wrapped around the nice neck he’d been marking for weeks. This was new. Yes you had crazy sex in the past but this was different, he wanted to break you.

“I do love a good chase,” his raspy voice was right next to your ears, “wanted to rile me up just so I would show you who you belong to? Yeah, your pussy is answering when your pathetic mouth can’t.” he grins at your expression. All fucked out, mouth wide open from the moans leaving your lips and eyes rolling back from pleasure. You had given up pushing him away minutes ago so your hands gripped on his shirt to hold onto something.

His cock was going too fast for you to take a breath, he was racing with himself to see just how loud and hard it sounded when your bodies met. It started to hurt your breasts with how much they were moving up and down, and your swollen cunt that was get abused by his cock, and clit that was puffy.

His dark eye’s followed each expression you had, how your brows curled up, a scrunch in your nose. Everything was for him. “Such a slut, you know that? That little game was just so you could be used like rag doll?” You screamed when he bottomed out inside you with one hard thrust, hitting so far within you and stayed there for a minute.

He laughed at you. It was pathetic, the tears running down your cheeks was cute but you’re such a cry baby. “Awe, can take my cock girl? You’ve been begging for it but can’t handle it now?” Percy mocked down at your trembling body.

You whined, lips bringing themselves together, and you looked up at him through the soaked eyelashes. “Please— agh~ please, be more gentle.” it was cute that you think you had any authority to beg him right now.

He leaned back, his cock slipping out of you quickly but not as quick as he flipped you around against the wall and wrapped one hand around the front of your torso. “Gentle? We both know that’s not what you want,” his hand rushed down to send a sharp slapping pain to your ass, making you jump in surprise and pain. “you’ve cum about three times now.”

Percy slipped back in and began at the same speed he was before, his balls slapping against your ass, making the cheeks more red as he thrushed against them. You sobbed, going back to pleasure bliss, overestimated once again by his long cock.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned and kissed your neck.

You shook your head violently as his fingers reached down to play with your swollen clit and rubbed you nice and fast. “Percy- Don’t, too sensitive,” you cried again. Sloppy sounds came from your hole that was was being fucked, it was so dirty to hear. Your walls clamped down on him from the growing orgasm building up in your stomach and burning in your core.

“Cum for me, let me feel you pulsing on me again. Be a good girl, cum and then let me fill you up,” he whined finally softer into your neck, his head rested in the crook of your neck. His rhythm started to get messy but never slowed down once— It got rougher. A few seconds later your body gave one last electric shock throughout itself and you released everything you had onto his cock. Your stomach twitched up and down, your pussy tighten as the sticky cum foamed at the base of his cock.

It was now that you had begun to actually sob— Just from being exhausted and overwhelmed. You grip the walls for support and press against it hard to keep yourself up but Percy help with you limp body. “That’s my good girl, thank you baby. Gonna fill you up now,” his voice was back to its soft and gentle tone.

Three thrust, in and out, was all it took before he unload himself into you and pushed it all the way inside you. Filling you up so much it hit your womb and he wondered how to make it stay there afterwards. He panted while you did the same, a few big breaths before hitting your head on the wall to relax.

Percy groaned and stayed inside you, his hands now trailing back up to your waist where bruises formed from his grip on you. “Did so good for me,” he whispered. You hummed and didn’t dare move or anything, probably would fall if you tried to do anything.

“I’ve been trying to stay calm around you for weeks, acting as if we aren’t actually a thing,” he rubbed the painful redness of your ass, his lips kissing your shoulders in affection. “But you’re mine, always have been and always will be. This— This just proves you’re ready to be completely mine.”

His teeth sink into your skin, not as rough as it could have been but it was surprising and painful nonetheless, “I’ll kill for you, make you happy any anyway you want. But you’re never leaving my side, or I’ll just have to put you in your place again.”

He slipped out, his cum and yours mixed while trailing down your thighs, “Just gotta fuck it into your pretty little head, but you don’t mind— Do you baby?”

There was no getting away even if you wanted to. The ends of the earth aren’t even safe from him, no god could save you now. Willing or forced, you’re his girl.

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[inmoonsblood]

lover : percy jackson

book percy jackson. unspecified godly parent!reader. takes place around two years post trials of apollo. both of them are in college. 815 words.

synopsis: "like hell! the only one who can get me away from you right now is my mom." ; ft; late night rain dancing, taylor swift playing, warm towels and a shit ton of kisses from your second favourite person in the whole wide world.

note: repost 1 from my old account! i love this fic so so much, but i need to heavily stress that this (and all my percy fics) are for book percy, (17-18 year old) i don't write for show percy as of now. an old fic written before the show came out, so please, be nice to me, directly reposted from @the-ink-of-roses incase you've read it before!

percy's hands slip around your waist, your back to his chest, as he picks you up and gently sways the two of you to the beat of 'love story' by taylor swift while he hums the lyrics under his breath.

he tugs you closer and presses a kiss to your cheek and jaw, resting his head on your shoulder later. you giggle when he does that, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

the playlist probably ran out ages ago, now you two are staying afloat purely on the will of the spotify lords and their music choice, but as long as it's a song that either you or percy know, it works.

(anything works, to be honest, just as long as percy's here, behind you, holding you like you're the one thing he never wants to lose. as long as you have that, you know you've won. as long as percy jackson holds your hand and kisses your cheeks, gods, you'll take anything.)

new rome is fun, it keeps life interesting in a way that doesn't risk you, him and annabeth going out on quests--and annabeth having to mock throw up every time you two kiss even if you know she's just as terrified as you two.

swords and running from medusa's sisters (or medusa sometimes. yeah aunty em was NOT happy last time you met her, apparently she still remembered the store circus thing even if it was more than seven years ago) were replaced with chasing deadlines and seeing how many energy drinks you guys can stomach.

you're in new york right now, staying at sally's (when she learnt you were going to spend the holidays in new rome, she demanded her son get you home. no way in hell is estelle's favourite person going to stay alone for the holidays), and like the two very smart heroes of olympus you two are, you're out here dancing in the rain.

it's a little silly, yeah, but in your absolute defence, this started out as percy trying to teach you how to skateboard before the rain, and neither of you are going to let that ruin a date for you (by extension let zeus ruin another date for you, even if this isn't aimed at you--probably not aimed at you), so you two made the best of both worlds, thanking the gods the speaker piper got for you is waterproof. (in hindsight, percy is also waterproof, he just likes this better. despite the inevitable cold coming in soon for both of you).

with one last strike of thunder, the rain slowly dies down, leaving you and him in the park as the spotify lords finally give up on you two.

percy drops you suddenly and you have only two seconds to squeal in absolute surprise before you're turned around to face him this time. he's grinning at you with a look of absolute mischief--you're sure connor and travis had the exact same look before they shoved you into the pool last time you guys visited camp half blood. of course, percy was in there but something tells you that was their goal.

he looks so pretty you could cry.

and this pure boy, who smiles secretly to you, looks at you like you're the one at the centre of his universe, the one who holds your heart. this same boy has given you his, asking only for your love in return, something you're more than happy to give him.

before you can ask him what he's up to, percy suddenly shakes his hair, causing all the water to fly everywhere, including on you.

you almost yell in surprise but with a small chuckle bite back. doing the same, as both of you laugh while shaking your heads to have the water droplets go around everywhere.

it's probably a weird sight to watch--two teenagers, drenched in water, shaking their heads like there's no tomorrow while holding each other, but you don't really give four fucks.

once your head starts hurting, you stop and cup percy's face, getting him to stop as well. your other hand slides into his hair, messing it up further as the hand on his face guides him for a kiss.

he lifts you up again and twirls you--no doubt to get another laugh out of you--before setting you down.

percy doesn't let go of your hand either, not when you pick up your stuff and head to sally's (your current favourite person in the world), not while the two of you are lectured by her on colds coughs and fevers in this weather, not even when warm towels are given to the two of you.

not even when you two keep sneezing the next day to no one's surprise.

[g1rld1ary]

you said you didn't have any ideas so here I am scuttling over. book!percy with the pumpkin head trend?? like carving pumpkins and having a pumpkin gut fight? idk I'm silly goofy and my target apple cider candle is getting to me

pumpkin head - percy jackson x fem!reader

wc: 810

cw: none

this was so cute thank u for the request!!! i <3 book percy

“Percy!” You shrieked, “Be careful with the knife!” Percy glanced up at you from where he was haphazardly shoving the knife in and out of the top of the pumpkin, trying to create a cavity.

“I know how to handle a knife, babe, I have saved the world once or twice with one,” He joked, slowing down his movements nonetheless, cutting more carefully. You rolled your eyes, bringing two bowls over from your kitchen to put the guts in while you were carving.

You’d made Percy start the craft for you, doing the most difficult part of cutting the top off so you could get to the fun part and get to making your design faster.

“This is texturally so gross,” You said, scooping the pumpkin’s guts out into the plastic bowl, careful not to get it on your hands.

“You’re texturally gross,” Percy retorted, flicking some guts on you. You gasped, mouth dropping open as you stared at the pumpkin on you.

“That is not what you said last night!” You flung some of your own pumpkins’ guts at him as Percy laughed loudly, scrambling away from you on the floor of your living room. It must have been your demigod instincts that kicked in at that moment, both of you overcome with competitiveness. Pumpkin guts were flung across the room, leaving remnants on the hardwood floor and both your clothes.

You were both laughing, hysterical giggles echoing off the roof as you collapsed onto Percy, the gross feeling of the pumpkin not even bothering you.

“I win,” You said, sticking your tongue out and pointing it at your boyfriend.

“Did not,” Percy whined, playing the sore loser. He let you gloat your victory, pushing you off him and towards your un-carved pumpkin. “Just do your craft.”

You sat in silence for a while, happily listening to your witchy-themed Halloween playlist.

You glanced over at Percy’s when he’d been quiet for a little too long, bursting out in laughter as you caught sight of his pumpkin face. “What is that?” You wheezed, clutching your stomach as it ached. His design wasn’t bad, in fact, you were pretty sure it was supposed to be Medusa. The only issue was that it was completely lopsided, thanks to the way he’d been holding it steady. Percy cocked his head in confusion at first, not understanding what was so funny about the craft he’d been working hard on. Upon holding it out at arm's length though he got it, the realisation hitting his face clear as day. You thought he might have complained after all his hard work, but in true Percy fashion, he just rolled his eyes then let out a laugh.

“It’s an action shot,” He supplied finally, “She’s lopsided ‘coz I’m in the middle of cutting off her head.” That made you laugh harder, Percy’s moments of brilliance always delighted you. He groaned dramatically as he looked at yours, simple but well-executed. “Why is my girlfriend always perfect?” He yelled to the sky, shaking a fist like an old-school gangster.

Regardless of the disparity in your craft abilities, you and Percy decided you were finished at about the same time. That brought you to trying to get the pumpkins on your head. Percy helped you first, sliding the pumpkin over your head as you squirmed, squealing as you felt it on your hair.

“This is so gross,” You moaned, “I’m gonna have to wash my hair tonight.”

“This was your idea, stupid,” Percy laughed, patting you on your pumpkin head.

“I thought it would be cute! I didn’t know it was gonna feel like this!” Percy offered for you two to stop but you shook your head resolutely. You’d already gotten this far and you were going to get your cute couple photos out of it.

Percy was much less dramatic about putting his on, and so there you two were in the middle of your living room, pumpkin heads on and hard to take seriously. You pursed your lips for a kiss, forgetting that when Percy leaned in to reciprocate it you wouldn’t make contact, bumping into each other instead.

Piper had volunteered to take photos for you since you could barely work a camera through the bulky pumpkin heads, bossing you around into different poses that made you laugh and Percy produce some snarky response or another.

Later that night, with your hair freshly washed and pumpkin-free, you and Percy sat on the sofa, Hocus Pocus playing on the TV. You swiped through the pictures Piper had taken, teasing Percy and yourself for how silly you both looked. As Percy ventured to the kitchen to get you both some cider, you set your favourite photo as your lock screen.

[infiniteimaginings]

Begging for a part two of that angsty Percy fic😭😭😭 plz remind me if you do end up posting one

It’s just dull. (Book!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Percy broke up because he gave more attention to Annabeth than he ever did to you. You were done and he wants to prove to you that he still cares about you. Will you hear him out? Part One: Who’s in this relationship? Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her Warnings: There's a suicidal thought near the end, we don't go much into it though, but warning for it. (It's brief) Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I have heard your prayers, believe me I have (see below this a/n) (there's even more since I made this). Here is the very requested part two to ‘Who’s in this relationship?’ I will tell you guys, there was no intention for this to have a part two, but there is one now, because I love you guys! Enjoysies! (For anyone just joining us, you can read this stand alone, you don't really have to read part one to understand what's going on, it's explained well here.)

It had been two weeks since you left Percy by the now defiled space that once belonged to only the two of you. The sacred place where you would sneak kisses, have picnics, stargaze, listen to the ocean or each other's breathing. The place you considered safe because he was always there with you.

A place that was no longer safe because he invited Annabeth Chase to the one area of camp the two of you had away from prying eyes. 

At the abandoned building, on the almost caved in roof, the daughter of Athena sat next to the son of Poseidon. He was sprawled out on his back, silent as he looked to the stars draped over the night sky, lighting their vision. Well, his vision because Annabeth was far more interested with her shoelaces.

She was picking at the aglets, peeling the plastic off and chewing at her lip, deep in thought. The sound of the ripping plastic caught the attention of the raven haired boy next to her who looked over lazily, his expression generally neutral. He raised a brow, lifting himself so he would be leaning on his elbows, the roof tiles digging into his skin.

Annabeth heard the sound of his shifting so she looked over, her stormy gray eyes meeting his deep green ones. He gently smiled at the eye contact but she looked away, hugging her knees to her figure. 

Percy blinked in slight surprise at the reaction, “What’s wrong?” He asked her, now sitting up entirely, body facing her. The sound of his voice caused the girl now in front of him to sigh, face turning to him.

Her eyes were sad, she was chewing at her lip, fidgeting with her hands. Before she could even speak, as if Percy knew exactly what she was communicating, he put his face into his hands. He sighed heavily, pushing his hair back, now looking to the sky.

“Yeah, I’m thinking about her too.” He mumbled out, eyes for some reason refusing to look at Annabeth.

“She was right…” Annabeth spoke, looking up to the stars as well.

“About?”

She gulped, blinking her eyes rapidly to stop from tearing up, “None of this is fair to her.” She told him honestly, her voice so soft the air could barely pick it up to reach Percy's ears.

He pinched the bridge of his nose at the words, he knew it wasn’t fair. He knew what you said was true, he just couldn’t accept it. He had known Annabeth since day one of being at camp, he hung out with her a lot. He couldn’t see the problem until you were gone and he found himself missing you more than usual, a feeling he never had before which led him into a spiral of questions about all he never noticed.

He could’ve argued, he could’ve said that none of it made sense. He could’ve said none of it was true but instead all that left his lips was a whisper. He pulled his knees up, dropping his head to them, “I know.”

Annabeth stood on the roof, the tiles slightly shaking but she paid no attention to it. She just looked at Percy. She didn’t brush herself off, she didn’t fidget with her hands, she was still and silent. 

When Percy looked up from his sat position, he inhaled sharply at the serious expression on the blonde's face. Annabeth was frowning a bit, her eyes were watery, but they were narrowed a bit. 

She looked away, sniffling, before looking back to the boy in front of her. “This isn’t fair to her.” She repeated to him, her voice airy. “After what happened, I just…” She paused, tongue poking the inside of her cheek, “You still bringing me up here always makes me want to puke.” She spoke simply, shrugging at her own words.

Percy's eyes slightly widened, his eyes reddening at the rims. He furrows his brows at her words, “I…” He couldn’t finish his own thought because if he was being honest, seeing Annabeth there made bile rise from his throat everytime he looked at her. It felt wrong, as if you placed different characters in each other's stories and expected them to move along.

The girl nodded, “Yeah, it makes me feel,for lack of a better description, physically ill.” She continued on, swallowing harshly, eyes clearing up a bit. She gently crossed her arms, not of anger or waiting, as if she was crossing them to warm herself though it wasn’t cold. “You brought me somewhere that was just for the two of you, and I know if I was your girlfriend, that would be it for me too.” She explained honestly, frowning deeply as she shook her head, Percy staring at her quietly. Annabeth kicked her foot on the roof softly, barely grazing the tile. She looked to the tile so she wouldn’t have to meet his eyes again, “I do like you Percy.” 

Those five words were five words that Percy thought he would be ecstatic about. Twelve year old him would’ve been utterly buzzing, but years later, he doesn’t feel anything to them. When she said them he scowled a bit, not realizing, but he fixed his expression when he noticed, grateful she wasn’t looking at him.

Annabeth continued on, “But, after all this…” She inhaled deeply, hand on her chest to control her own breathing. “After all this, I am disappointed in myself.” She spoke, nodding, finally meeting his eyes again. “I’m disappointed in myself for even being a part of this, and I can’t do this with you and feel comfortable.” Her words were echoing, for Percy at least. She kept talking, walking to the ladder but her words were merged together and muffled. Before he knew it, he had no sight of the golden haired girl who was just sitting next to him. 

Another week passed and Percy was nowhere to be found, to the point that some campers were worried. So worried that they would go to archery practice, find you, and ask you where he was. 

Everytime a young camper would approach you while you held your bow and arrow, drawn into position, asking about Percy, you would release your hand. Your arrows would wisp through the air, piercing through the cloth target with such a force it almost tears in half somehow. You would turn to them, eyes in a glare as you seethed for the millionth time in the past few days, ”I don’t know.”

One of these days you were practicing archery, some of your friends call it releasing frustration, you call it practice.

One of those days as you were practicing, your bow was at your side, you were turned to get more arrows until you noticed they were gone. You huffed, rubbing your eyes. You had no idea how long you had been out there, but it had to be a while if there were no arrows left. You turned back to face the target to walk over and grab the discarded practice arrows until you were making eye contact with someone.

This person had gray eyes, they flickered from your eyes to lower. You followed the line of sight and they were holding all of your discarded arrows.

“I thought you might need these.” Annabeth spoke quietly, a gentle smile on her face, but it was clear she was nervous. She held the arrows out, stepping back a bit as if she were presenting a crown to royalty.

You clasped the arrows in your hands, putting them in your bag. “Thanks.” That was all you said, you readied your bow, back to her, counting your arrows because if you didn’t some of the people in Apollo cabin were going to be very upset with you.

Footsteps didn’t retreat in any sort of direction so you licked your lips and turned to face the girl still standing in the same spot. Your mouth was in a tight lipped smile, eyes darting around, “Can I help you?” You asked her, brows slowly furrowing.

She puffed air through her cheeks, eyes wide as she blinked, seemingly thinking about something. In the silence you just nodded and went to turn back to your arrows until you heard, “I’m so sorry.” suddenly blurted from her lips.

You faced her once more with a raised brow, lips slightly parted. You were clueless to what was going on so you kept looking around to see if she was being forced to say these things or something. No one else was around, it was just the two of you. You closed your mouth before putting your bow down, “For what, exactly?” 

“Everything. Percy, the abandoned building, all that time. It…” She paused, looking down, “It wasn’t fair to you.” She continued to apologize, rambling about everything she was sorry for but when she looked back up to you, you were just confused with a small smile on your face. She quickly shut up and her facial expression morphed into one of slight horror of your chuckle leaving your lips.

You shook your head, “Annabeth, I’m not mad at you.” You assured her, hands on your hips, eyes crinkling slightly. The blonde girl in front of you tilted her head, arms dropping to her sides, “You’re not?” She asked, now genuinely confused.

Now, Annabeth was a nice girl, she was so intelligent, incredibly kind. She didn’t defile the secret held space by being herself, she was a friend to you. She didn’t defile the space, Percy did. She wasn’t the reason the space was longer safe or comforting, Percy was.

You shook your head at her once again, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly, rubbing it gently. “I understand how it feels to have a connection with someone.” You explained to her, your words caused her to look at you softly. “I know how long you’ve liked him, I’m not blaming you. You can’t control how you feel.” You shrugged, frowning a bit and she mirrored your expression. 

Her whole body seemed to fall into itself as she hiccuped slightly, “I feel terrible.” She mumbled, twisting the tip of her shoes into the grass nervously. You patted her shoulder, placing your head into her gaze so she would look at you. “You didn’t force him to choose you.” You said, the words made Annabeth go silent, as if she went through her mind to find how she did.

Nothing in her memories supported such a thing.

You smiled at the small spark of understanding in Annabeth's expression. “He made the choice to choose you over me, no one told him to do that.” You continued on, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This all felt like a weight on your chest you just needed off so you could breathe without struggle. “He decided to let his girlfriend be a second thought, you didn’t control his thoughts.” 

There was more silence, you didn’t know what to say to her then. So, you just adjusted her necklace and told her to be careful, your friendly eyes just made her feel guiltier. She apologized again and you took hold of her hands.

“No, I’m sorry.” You told her, the words were confusing to her, but she would understand soon enough. “I hope he doesn’t do whatever it was he did with me, to you. You deserve better than that Annabeth.” You nodded as you spoke so she would understand she doesn’t need to stay with someone who doesn’t cherish her.

She frowned and scrunched her nose awkwardly, “We aren’t…um..” 

“You decided not to?”

“I didn’t think it would be right.”

You nodded with a small hum, looking at the sky, mindlessly rubbing the backs of her hands with your thumbs. You had to squint due to the brightness of the sun before looking back to the girl who was looking right at you. “Well, you might’ve made the right choice.” You told her, letting go of her hands and turning back to your arrows, packing them up. You gathered your things, walking away, “You’re smart Annabeth, you make smart decisions.” You announced to her a little loud since there was distance between the two of you.

Annabeth didn’t run after you, when you walked away without looking back she turned around. Your backs were facing each other as you both walked away, distancing more and more. She knew this was distance, she knew that you might not ever talk to her the same way. What she also knew was that it wasn’t because you hated her, it was because you knew what was best for the both of you. You knew she was wise and could move forward with the knowledge that you weren't upset. She knew something about you too, she knew that you seemed more content than you were before, and that thought made her steps a little lighter as she walked away.

After the conversation with Annabeth, about a day or two later you felt better. Not completely, of course, but better in a sense you didn’t have to place your anger in archery that day. You went to the lake, walking across the beachside to admire some wild flowers that grew around. You wanted to see if you could find some of the flowers that a few of the demeter kids made grow on the beachside (somehow). 

You walked slowly, observing the area quietly. No one was around, everyone was at training, in their cabins, or in the plaza. You enjoyed these quiet moments to yourself where you didn’t need to be angry, where you didn’t need to be anything.

As you continued on you closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of the ocean. It was peaceful. Well, peaceful until you felt a cold, wet hand on your shoulder. 

It startled you so much to the point you jumped, twisting the hand, turning and kicking the person in their stomach out of pure reflex. It terrified you for someone to suddenly sneak up on you, for all you knew it could’ve been a surprise duel, so you have to stay on guard.

When you turned around to see who decided to grip your shoulder instead of just calling your name you were met with the sights of Percy Jackson. He wore his camp halfblood shirt and some jeans, soaking wet with ocean water. His hair was stuck to his forehead from how it was drenched. None of that matter though because he was clutching his stomach and his arm, the action making you roll your eyes.

“I deserved that.” He grunted out, shaking his arm and taking a deep breath, smiling at you sheepishly.

You stared at him blankly, “There are other ways to get a girl's attention you know, like saying her name, yelling something, or even standing in front of her.” You told him, crossing your arms. “Those options wouldn’t have ended in,” You waved your hand to him, “that.”

Percy winced at how you reacted and rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry, I saw you and just had to talk to you. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Clearly.” You told him with a sigh, “Where did you even see me fro…” You trailed off, looking at him closely and then seeing how close you were to the water. “You’ve been in the ocean all this time?” You asked with a quizzical look. He looked, just as confused, shaking his head. “I’ve been in my cabin, I usually come out here for about an hour.” He explained, tilting his head at what you were implying but, he decided not to question it.

He rubbed his nose a bit, his cheeks and nose were pink, probably from the sudden hit he took from you. He bit his lip, “Can we talk for a minute?”

“We are talking.” You spoke bluntly, unsure of why you guys were talking. 

Percy smiled a bit at your comment due to him feeling suddenly uncomfortable, but he took the chance anyway, “I messed up.” He told you and you nodded. He waited for you to say something but you blinked at him, he continued, hoping his words would get a response from you. “I didn’t treat you with the respect you deserved, with the love and care you deserved.” He told you gently, green eyes looking at you through his lashes like a sad puppy. 

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, “Yeah, you're right.” You emphasized your nods. “You didn’t treat me with the respect I deserved which is exactly why you can go be with someone else.” You told him, unsure of what he wasn’t getting because he was staring at you dumbly.

His eyes were big, his lips parted, his cheeks pink. He looked like a little kid who just got in trouble for accidentally renting a movie for an extra day. His facial expression transformed from an innocent trouble maker to a frustrated teen. He huffed into his hands, putting them on the back of his neck, “How many times do I need to say I’m sorry for you to just…listen?” He asked you, exasperated for gods know whatever reason.

Your eyes lidded, your mouth in a thin line. You refused to give him any sort of reaction. “How about we start with once and see where we get from there since you haven’t said it yet.” You told him, it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. It wasn’t a suggestion either, your tone proved that. You crossed your arms, body tilting to the side as you blinked, waiting.

Percy realized in this moment, he messed up, again. He didn’t know how to make things right. You knew he always thought he messed things up, but usually you were by his side reassuring him of things. That people are human, have feelings, make mistakes. How does he prove he’s not a huge mistake when he messed up by letting you go? By hurting you? There’s no one to hold his hand through this.

He nodded, swallowing hard, looking into your eyes, “I’m sorry.” His voice cracked,his breathing became uneven. “While you aren’t around, I feel like my lungs are filled with water.” He explained quietly, looking at the sand. 

You thought the sentiment could come from poetry, the words deep with meaning...from anyone else. This is from the son of Poseidon, so it only leaves a bitter taste in your mouth rather than warmth in your heart. Why? You looked to the water, back to him, “It’s a good thing you can breathe in water then.” That’s why, the son of Poseidon will never know the feeling of water filling his lungs.

Percy clapped his hands together, “Okay, I don’t even know what to say anymore because of that.” He told you, deep frown on his face, his eyes getting a bit darker.

You walked a little closer to him as he ran his hand through his wet hair, moving it from his eyes. “Do you really want me to tell you how I’m feeling right now, in this moment?” You asked him seriously, and he nodded feverishly. “Please, just give me something.” He begged, his eyes pleading for some sort of emotional response, his hands quivering to stop himself from taking yours in his.

“I don’t care.”

“What?”

You repeated yourself, “I don’t care.” 

Percy laughed from slight annoyance, scratching his cheek, “Yeah, I heard you the first time.” He told you seriously, his irritation clear in his words. “Can you elaborate?” He asked slowly, blinking at you, trying to understand what you meant.

You tilted your head in though, not making eye contact. It wasn't because you were scared, it was because you didn’t owe him an intimate moment, you didn’t even owe him this conversation. You clasped your hands together, letting them fall in front of your figure. “Percy,” you began, looking at the boy who desperately waited for you to speak to him, “when you’re in a relationship with someone who decided to share all the special moments you guys have with someone else, the feeling dulls after a while.” You explained, moving on your heels a bit, moving your head to see if he understood.

He stayed silent, his posture straightening, his eyes blinking slowly. 

“After we broke up, it didn’t take very long to get myself back up.” You told him since your breakup was only about a month ago, “You practically prepared me during our relationship.” You thought about it aloud and realized how bad it really sounded. 

Percy seemed to realize that too as he tried to sputter out a response of how he didn’t mean to but you stopped him. “Unintentionally, intentionally, inadvertently, it doesn’t matter, I don't care.” You told him once more, unclasping your hands to shrug a bit.

The wind blew, ruffling you guys’s shirts. 

“You don’t care.” Percy spoke quietly, voice deep with heartache.

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes and tried to shake them away, blink them back. “I love you Percy.” You told him, the words weren’t spilling out your mouth you meant to say that. He looked a little hopeful at your words but when you bit your lip and your eyes glossed over he knew there was nothing good for the two of you. “The hurt may have dulled, but it’s still there and it will always be there.” 

Percy nodded, sighing out as his own eyes filled with tears, slowly turning red. 

You looked at him still, the eye contact was unbearable, causing your chest to tighten but you couldn’t look away. “I don’t forgive you.” You told him honestly, he nodded, a tear falling as he bit the inside of his cheek. You continued on, wiping your hands on your pants, “And I’m told to be the bigger person and forgive people so that what they did isn’t always on my mind.” You explained, your throat felt like it was closing, your voice got a little higher in pitch but Percy never looked away. “But I will never forget.”

His jaw tightened as he tried to bite back his tears, using his palm to wipe the stray few on his cheeks away.

“I will never be able to forget how you kept me near you, and let Annabeth get just as close to you.” Your sob choked your words but he could still hear them, your hands were in fists at your side. You didn’t want to get emotional in front of him, but if you didn’t it would just fester up inside you and create an ugly version of yourself. A version you would hate looking at.

Percy tried to speak, “I-” 

“Please don't interrupt me,” You began, mouth tightened, brow knitted, “because you’ve spent way too long not listening to me and I’ve spent way too long just letting it go.” Your voice was hoarse, trying not to cry and it just made Percy want to crawl into himself.

For once he wished he couldn’t breathe underwater, because nothing in camp half blood could’ve prepared him for the biggest monster of all. He felt like the biggest monster he’s ever faced because how could he hurt someone like you? How could he make the girl of his dreams cry? How could he cause so much pain, so much hurt, so much heartbreak and not even notice? For once he hated that the water could heal him, because he did not deserve it.

As much as he wanted your words to muffle, as much as he didn’t want to hear what you were saying he had to. 

“I don't know what you think I am.” You suddenly said, taking a deep breath, palm tapping at your chest to calm yourself.

“What?”

You sucked your teeth for a moment, “I supported you, fought for you, killed for you.” You listed to him, nodding with each word. “But Percy.. I am not your fan.” You told him, eyes staring straight into his, your head shaking, corners of your mouth deeply turned downwards. You could tell you were going to cry, but at the same time it seemed like no tears would fall.

Percy huffed, crossing his own arms, sand and water making it uncomfortable but he had bigger worries. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked you seriously, gritting his teeth together.

“It means that I didn't do those things because I thought you were cool and admired you.” You explained simply, telling him the truth. “I did those things because I genuinely cared about you.” 

“I know that.”

Your head tilted, “Really?” You asked, before he could speak you waved your hand, “Because you treated me like some girl who was following you around and would do anything for you because you looked at me.” You told him, eyes narrowed, only a slight sniffle leaving you. 

He walked towards you, trying to speak, but you packed away, hands moving back to cross each other in a closed off manner.

“So many people thought I just had a hopeless crush on you because you treated me like a stranger.” You told him, the words were sharp and cut right through him. His eyes were wide, the whole conversation, his mouth was opening and closing, he didn’t know what to say.  You did though, “You didn't talk about me, you didn't hold me in public, we were never together… physically.” You explained and Percy just shook his head.

He may have been physically denying it but he knew it was true, he knew what he did, he knew he was wrong.

He wanted to explain, he wanted you back, he wanted you but you were so far away. You were standing right in front of him and somehow he couldn’t reach you, and it was torture.

You looked away, turning around, wiping your eyes, “I don’t want to have this conversation again.” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “If I’m being honest, I don’t want to talk to you at all, ever again.” You told him, beginning to walk away. 

Percy didn’t try to chase after you, stood at the beach, watching your figure get further and further away. He lost you, he tried to get you back and lost you even more. 

Percy Jackson was never really good at anything on purpose. He was chosen for a great quest at twelve to retrieve a bolt he never even stole, he stopped a war, he was a hero for years because he saved everyone over and over again. 

Who saved Percy though? You did. Now, he didn’t have you and he felt as if every piece of darkness held in crevices you shined with light, was now taking over the corners of his mind, slowly spilling everywhere. He didn’t know what to do without you.

Percy Jackson was a hero, but without you, he’d rather leave the world to die.

[lady-ashfade]

Fic poll.

I can’t remember if I made a poll, I feel like I did but I forgot what won— anyway here’s another one. I really wanna get theses all done.

[cinnabunnyongbok]

wdym he’s not real? he’s right next to me ‼️

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[applecidersstuff]

Percy Jackson is against bullying.

He is however very sad that neither Annabeth, Clarrise or Drew had met Octavian in camp Jupiter, because as much as he frowns on it he would pay any kind of money to see those three tear him a new one for acting like a little bitch he is.

[ruegarding]

that scene in tlo where thalia tells percy he can't start feeling sorry for luke bc luke made his choices. and thalia reveals that the reason they couldn't make it to camp in time for all of them to make it to camp was bc luke kept picking fights. and annabeth never saw this as wrong bc luke was her hero. so thalia had to pick up the pieces. and percy thinking both that luke was put in a cruel position and that luke was putting others in a cruel position. and percy is the only character who understood both sides of luke bc annabeth sees only the best of him and thalia sees only the worst. and that's why percy is the prophecy kid and the one who gives luke the knife. bc annabeth had spent the entire series essentially giving luke the knife when he didn't deserve it. and thalia was never going to give luke the knife. but percy is the only one who can see exactly when luke deserves the knife.

[sowlmates]

gotta give it to the percy jackson fans, you really do love your main character. for other franchises, fans usually place the #1 blorbo title on a specific side character. but in percy jackson you really love your percy jackson

[moncuries]

guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)

[counting-stars-gayly]

[atsu-kinnie]

Does anyone think about how Percy Jackson maybe the only main character who is also the fandom's favorite and most popular character?

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[infiniteimaginings]

Hi, can you please write a book percy jackson x fem reader. I would love for it to be angst where the reader feels like Percy is replacing her with Annabeth and they end up breaking up.

Who's in this relationship? (Book!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You feel like your boyfriend just won't listen to you when you tell him you feel like he's forgetting about you. You're focused on him and you, he's focused on Annabeth. Part Two: It's just dull. Pronouns: You/Yours, Terms like 'girlfriend' Warnings: Angst, love you guys! Word Count: 2.2k A/N: Hi! I've been writing ideas for this since the day you requested this, that was like I don't know, some time ago! Enjoy! Also two posts in one day, whoo!

You and Percy had been dating for quite a bit. Since everyone watched his every move practically every second, the people of camp were aware of the two of you guys being together, but that never stopped any of the girls from trying to go after him anyways.

A specific girl you were personally worried about, you weren’t even sure Percy noticed her affections or not.

You watched as Percy walked around with Annabeth, the two laughing with such intensity they had to clutch their stomachs. They had no shoes on whilst they were on the beach, the water washing to the shore occasionally hitting their feet. Their feet kicked up the water to hit the other, causing a small water fight which ended with the two with sand in their hair. Annabeth shook her head slightly, the sand not visible in her blonde hair as much as it was in Percy's dark hair, the black being a canvas for the sand to paint. The slightly taller girl ruffled his hair a bit, shaking the sand out, causing both of them to burst into giggles once again. Percy picked her up a bit and moved her away from the water to the sand and just continued walking with her.

You felt your chest tighten at the sight, you had unfortunately gotten used to the feeling because Percy always did this with Annabeth. He always treated her so delicately, so gently, he always looked at her like she was the sun giving him light. He used to look at you that way, he doesn’t anymore, he hasn’t for a while.

One day, the pain in your chest got so unbearable that you saw Percy alone and took the chance. You walked up to him with a weak smile, taking a deep breath but your chest tightened all the same. You exhaled a little harshly before tapping Percy on the shoulder, he turned to you, his sea-green eyes looking into yours brightly, a smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey!” He greeted you, immediately pulling your hand into his which eased the pain in your chest a bit. “Hi Percy..” You whispered a bit, your tone made his brows furrow ever so slightly but he kept his smile on his face. “Everything okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand and you awkwardly darted your eyes off into a direction to which he understood.

There was a part of camp no one ever went to, it was surprising honestly. There was this building no one ever went to, it’s unknown if it was meant to be an admin building, a sleeping station, harvesting, whatever it was, it was abandoned. Nothing was in it, nothing was around it other than a field of flowers and a beautiful view of the rest of camp. The wooden structure was far away enough from camp that no one would necessarily see anyone who decided to take a visit there, which only you and Percy did. The two of you realized you were the only ones ever there so you decided to claim it as ‘your spot’ where the two of you would go to talk, sleep, cuddle, just be with each other. 

Percy gently led you to the building, deciding to just sit in the field just in case you weren’t up for the roof today. You were biting the inside of your cheek, unsure of how to bring up your concerns while Percy decided to look at the view, not wanting to make you anxious by staring at you. 

“You’ve been hanging out with Annabeth a lot.” You spoke into the air, not looking at him, instead picking a flower from the field and playing with the petals.

There was silence, a long one, almost uncomfortable. That was until Percy sighed a bit, not looking at you, he was squinting at the sun a bit, “I hang out with Grover just the same.” Was all he said, nothing else. Just that he hangs out with Grover just the same. You were in honest disbelief that he couldn’t tell the difference between how he spent time with Grover and Annabeth. 

Grover would secretly encourage Percy's business of selling candy at camp half blood for peoples desserts just like when they went to school together. 

Annabeth would move Percys hair out of his face and her fingers would graze the scars on his arms while they talked.

It was different.

“This is different.” You told him softly, looking over at him with a frown but Percy shook his head, breathing out a laugh, “How?” He asked, a small smile on his face. Did he find this amusing, because you didn’t. You looked at him seriously, tossing the flower to the side, "Well, for starters, Grover hasn’t had a crush on you since he met you.” You told him, brows furrowed, hands clutched to your sides. Percys look of amusement wiped as a light shined over his eyes, his eyes widening as his lips parted and he sat up straight, “What?” He asked, unsure if he heard you right. You tilted your head at the sudden attention Percy decided to give the conversation, “Annabeth likes you.” You clarified with slightly narrowed eyes, adjusting yourself for comfort.

“She does?”

Your facial expression dropped when you saw the light shine in Percy’s eyes for a moment. “Why are you excited about that?” The moment you said that Percy looked at you confused, his own brows furrowed, “I’m not.” He told you but you were still stuck on his short burst of excitement.

You licked your lips, looking away and standing up. “I can’t believe this.” You mumbled, brushing yourself off, Percy following your movements, “You can’t believe what?” He asked, trying to get you to meet his gaze. You turned to him, clearly frustrated, “You do remember that me and you are dating right?” You asked him, your tone harsh causing him to flinch back a bit. “You do remember that me and you are together, right?” You asked differently, trying to see if he was still stuck on the fact that Annabeth Chase had a crush on him or if he was in the moment with you. 

Percys eyes darkened, his mouth forming a thin line as he took a deep breath, “Of course I remember that.” He spoke simply, trying not to upset you further. You shook your head, “Clearly when I’m not around, or hell even when I’m here, it slips your mind.” You explained, head tilting and eyes widening as you looked at him, pure frustration in your expression. Percy stood and shrugged with pursed lips, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He spoke blankly, crossing his arms. 

You tapped your foot on the ground, crossing your own arms, sucking on your teeth. “You look at Annabeth as if she put air into your lungs.” You told him, your voice a breath of a whisper, “Like she’s a goddess that you praise and worship.” You continued, blinking back any forming tears. You remembered every note passed, every glance, each shared meal, each beach visit, each time they picked partners, he picked her more than you. He picked her more than you, his girlfriend.

Percy didn’t even know what to say, his arms dropped to his sides, “I don’t know what you want me to say, she’s my friend.” He told you, each word enunciated to the point you felt he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince himself. You pointed to yourself, “And I’m your girlfriend Percy!” You reminded him to which he nodded, hands extended to gesture to you, “Correct!” He spoke, voice louder than before, exhausted from this conversation already. Your arms fell to your sides, his doing the same. He walked a little closer to you, you shook your head, backing away and hugging yourself. “Then how come,” You started, hiccuping a soft sob before biting it back, “How come you choose her in everything?” You asked him, looking at him with teary eyes.

There was silence, he didn’t try to reach out for you. The sun was setting, camp was getting quieter, the summer air was getting a bit cooler. Percy looked over his shoulder a bit when he noticed it was getting a little darker, “Who’s in this relationship Percy, because right now I can’t tell.” You spoke, choked up, sighing out slightly as you swiped a few bugs. Percys head snapped to you with a look of disbelief, “Are you serious?” He asked you, hands twitching to reach for you, but he knew you could pull away. “Do I look like I’m joking?” You asked quietly, no change in your saddened expression and Percy searched your face before letting out a sigh, wiping his face with his hand. “I’m with you, we are together.” He spoke slowly to you, as if you were the one who was acting as if you weren’t in a relationship. “Obviously.” He said, looking over his shoulder to the camp, looking back at you, voice sounding tired.

You frowned at him, why was he making it so hard to talk to him about something? You put a hand on your chest, taking a slow breath to ease your breathing and the pain a bit. “You sound like that’s more of a chore recently.” You told him honestly. Both of you were upset now, that was clear. Percy pinched the bridge of his nose, “Okay,” He began, “maybe it feels like it right now with you accusing me of not wanting to be with you.” He finished, looking to you, his mouth slightly in a scowl. His hard expression made your lips part before your jaw dropped slightly.

It’s a chore for him to be with you? A chore of you constantly supporitng him? Being there whenever he asked for you? A chore to occassionally tell people about his girlfriend from time to time? 

You stepped closer to him, “Then act like you want to be with me.” You told him through gritted teeth, your noses almost touching. 

“I have!”

“When?”

Percy was gaping like a fish before he could finally speak, “Now.” He spoke in a calmer tone than his other words. “I’m showing you that I want you, now.” He spoke, looking back to camp once more, hand in his hair as it got darker and he looked back to you.

You observed his behavior, shaking your head, “You keep looking over your shoulder like you're waiting for someone.” You told him, the comment caused him to stiffen. He didn’t answer, there was silence. “Percy,” You began, crossing your arms, your eyes closed so you wouldn’t have to look at him. There was still no response. “Don’t tell me Annabeth is coming here to meet you.” You spoke, putting your face in your hands in pure disappointment. Percy walked forward, hands gently touching your wrists so you would look at him but you snatched yourself away from him.

Percy stagger a breath, trying to walk to you, “Hold on, wait-” He tried to speak but you cut him off, looking at him with tears falling. Your hands cupped your nose and mouth as you hiccuped, Percy..” You began, using one hand to hold your chest, the other covering your mouth. “This is our spot and you invited her?” You asked, anger flushed on your face, continuously taking steps away from him. 

Percy stopped moving towards you, pointing slightly in no certain direction, “That’s not fair.” He stated, a frown on his face, tears pooling his own eyes. “No, you’re right.” You spoke, gasping slightly, rubbing your chest slightly, “This isn’t fair.” You said, shaking your head as you began to walk down to camp. “To me, it’s not fair to me at all.” You told him, your head turned to him for a second before you continued walking. “Wait!-” He tried to stop you, rushing to you but you turned harshly, finger pressed to his chest. “I have fought monsters for you!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face, “I have fought my family to be with you!” You cried, hand shaking as he wrapped it in his slightly larger ones. You shook your head, pulling from his grasp once again, “I will not fight another girl for someone I should already have.” You told him, wiping the tears from your eyes, walking down the hill again.

Percy ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his hands ending up on the back of his neck. “You’re not fighting her!” He yelled, hands dropping to his sides once again. He didn’t know what to do in this moment. You turned to him, walking up a bit more to be face to face with him, “You’re right, because for some reason I’m fighting you.” You bit, arms crossed, glare set on him. “I refuse to fight you when you won't even try to fight for us.” You told him, waiting for his response. When there was none, you turned on your heel and walked down the hill.

A few steps down you were met with the golden locked girl Percy was waiting for stood like a deer in headlights, she must’ve heard at least a portion of it. She looked at you with a weak smile and wave, your expression softened as you waved back. “Be careful, there’s a loose patch on the roof.” You told her before continuing to walk past, the girl only watching your retreating figure. “Have a good night Annabeth.” You told her, soon disappearing into camp.

[king-wilhelm]

The book percy jackson (demigod I relate to and aspire to be like) to tv percy jackson (demigod I relate to and want to protect) is so real for those of us in our twenties